twenty-seventh breath ✧ action

[musubi]

[Dreams? What dreams. Isamu hasn't been having any dreams. Certainly not the nightmarish kind taking place in a demon-infested, post-apocalyptic world that seem real enough to keep him from wanting to sleep ever again. And he certainly hasn't been avoiding doing just that for the past couple of days, trying to go about his daily routine as if he isn't a disturbed wreck.

Okay, no. All of that's a lie.

He's just lucky he hasn't broken any dishes yet, and he almost spilled a whole tray on a customer earlier. The key word being almost. He isn't ready to lose his job just yet.

It's just business as usual at the Baratie, and he won't hear you argue otherwise.]

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[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Uh... I can check the back room. Hold on.

[He starts heading back]

...And don't let that bird in anyone's food.

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

She has manners. [smirk, as he slouches somewhere]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Good. Because I'm not taking the blame for that.

[And he's back in a few moments with... well it might not be stale, but it's past the expiration date. He hands a whole loaf over to the man.]

Here. Sanji won't toss this shit out for a while, so you're doing me a favor by taking it.

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

Heh, he wouldn't. [and he doesn't blame him] Although I doubt she'll make much of a dent. [glances at Midori, amused, crumbling a little on the table for her to hop about at peck at]

Place been busy, today?

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Then you can keep it around until she does, if she doesn't mind it stale.

[He stops to grab up some dirty dishes from a nearby table.] Somewhat. Not as busy as it could be.

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

I guess people are pretty preoccupied, these days. [absently, watching Midori]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Does seem that way, doesn't it?

Sure there's nothing I can get for you?

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[a brief, calculating glance]

No, I'm alright.

[....unless you meant information.]

Been having those strange dreams?

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Dreams? I don't know what you're talking about.

[Liiies. But he's not talking about this. He's not.]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

Ah. Guess that makes you one of the lucky ones, then. [goes back to looking at his bird u_W]

Most people are having pretty distinct ones.

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

That a fact?

[Don't sound too curious, man. You're obvious enough already.]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[As if he ever disguises it. You should hear his "Hey, so, did your wife die?" opener.]

Mmm. They're oddly consistent. Either of strange other worlds-- or of this village, but with everything gone awry.

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

That seems a bit varied to be consistent, don't you think?

[Other worlds, huh.]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

Not if it's fitting into one of those two descriptions. [leans forward, on his elbows]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well, I wouldn't know.

[He's tired. This is a fail of a lie.]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well. If you find out-- at least you'll know it isn't just you.

They can be pretty unnerving.

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

It's not--!

...Whatever.

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[Well, it's been said. He smirks a little mirthlessly, crumbling some more bread.]

I even dreamed about creatures that aren't real.

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Well that's not all that weird, is it? It's a dream, after all.

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

Hmm. I guess you're right. [in a tone that implies-- he doesn't, really. But feels he should.]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

So it's some shift or something. Big deal.

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[he nods, slowly. But doesn't answer right away, brow creasing.] ... yeah. Probably.

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

...If you're trying to get me to tell you about mine, it's not gonna work.

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[a slightly sly glance] Nah. That's none of my business.

I was just wondering if you'd been having them, too.

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Guess you found that out, then, didn't you?

Good job.